E very year I feel like this and every year I say I won't repeat it, but here I am sitting in my Las Vegas hotel room preparing for a presentation I'm slated to give later today. I tell JD I'm dehydrated, I'm dizzy, I want to learn how to Zumba...he pulls the pillow of his head and says to focus on reviewing my notes. Oh, right, thaaaat. My presentation is at 3:30pm today. I'd love to see you there if you're at the WPPI Conference...bonus cool points if you can teach me some Zumba moves.
On the reals though, I'm writing this note to remember how I feel at this moment: unsure, nervous, and absolutely terrified. I hate admitting this. I wish I had it together and walk the hallways of MGM with a level of confidence found only in leprechauns, but instead I'll find a way to be okay just being me. It's not exactly what I imagined, but it's served my life well up until this point and I hope it'll continue to do so. At least until tonight. When I can drown my nerves in a Vegas buffet.
In other news, here's sneak peek of what's in store later this week... |
